He comes in here maybe once a week. Sometimes more? Not sure. He usually just sits. Thumbs a magazine or two. Legally we can’t do anything. There’s nothing to stop a person sitting in a waiting room. Everyone’s waiting for something. Sometimes he chats to the other patients. I mean owners. I mean… well sometimes he speaks to the animals, too. Derek’s nice enough. The owner’s uncle. But we haven’t seen or heard from Frank in months. Years? Years. A pretty long time. Last I heard Frank was in Rio sipping Caipirinhas and snorting wisdom on some kingpin’s boat. Derek nods his head at me. “Morning Derek!” I smile.